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Wounds of liberation
Imagine being totally untethered
After feeling chain linked
I feel split
That part removed
That half is trying to renew
But it hurts
To grow scab over wound
Missing you is mourning you
Leaving you is still losing you
And I’m just as lost
As I made you
If it could be
I would make it be
Should I be chain linked again
I would make it good
Should ...
Monday 27th March 2023 3:24 pm
Shades
through a window I rewind my life
the words I never seemed to utter
dreams that turned to piles of dust
it's better to pull down the shutter
that's the woman I didn't marry, a
love affair left to wither and stutter
her tears fall like rain in the street
it's better to pull down the shutter
sins of youth that seemed so bland
echo down the hot concrete gutter
...
Friday 23rd July 2021 11:19 am
دكتور عصافير (VET)
ريشه ناقصة في جناح عصفوره
إيه يعنى .. ماهـو ريشها كتيــــر
مش حيبــــــــان أبدا في الصورة
ولا حيــــكـون له كمــــــان تأثير
العصفــورة الشــــاطرة تفكــــــر
ربنا عنـــــــده كنــــــوز الخيـــر
لو تدعــــى ربنــــــــا يرزقـــــها
بدل الريشـــــة .. عشـــر قناطير
لكن العــصفــــورة المســكــيـنــة
وقـفـت تبـكـى بدون تفـكـيــــــــر
حتى اصحابها .. زعلوا عشانــها
...
Saturday 9th March 2019 12:37 pm
Shades of Blue
So many shades of blue cover the path
to my horizon. Clouds shelter my spot
right now – but I can see sunshine sparking
God’s flashes away in the distance. One
spot – maybe close, maybe far – reacts to
a cloud-break; glorious, eye-piercing sharp-hard
brilliance. Maybe that’s you watching me,
settled on the shaded sea, showing off
you Angel status. I remember you,
alw...
Thursday 12th October 2017 9:48 am
Shadows in the light (Goodbye Grandma)
`
I walk from room to room
and try to catch a glimpse of you,
but all that I could see,
are muted shadows playing tag.
Sunlight catches visions
of days now stored in memory
and with your recent passing,
you climbed upon the misty crag.
The kitchen tap still leaks,
we've fixed that oft and time again;
your trusty stove still works,
those smells a...
Friday 25th March 2011 11:41 am
Callow Heart
`
Once, so many years ago,
such a distant place and clime;
moments of thought and life were shared,
each move in perfect time.
Words in unison, hearts pulsed,
so intimate each gesture;
each expression fears repulsed,
companions of great measure.
Now it seems we're worlds apart;
nothing more in common share.
The last desired thing to start,
last threads ...
Sunday 20th March 2011 8:45 am
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